Princess on the hill

Princess on the hill
On the very high hill
In the grip of the devil
That turned her to portrait
Tever sees the sun
Can not ever travel
…
From cradle
To despair
Then, to the grip of devil
…
Princess in the jail
In a very big castle
Princess has believed
That lantern which is there
It’s all world’s light
On her cheek a tear
Mixed with flame
Dissolves in mirror..
The princess who’s to blame
For all that horror
Among a carpet of the thorns
She is the only flower
….
Power of love will be the only power
That kills the devil
And destroys his tower ..
….
Princess on the hill
On the very high hill
In the grip of the devil
Princess in a jail
In a very big castle
From cradle
To despair
Then to the grip of devil
…
The devil that sways
Laughs before her
Chews her days
Reads her stories
Written on bones
By blood of a goldfinch
Princess on the hill
In dark, deep trench
Princess on the hill
On a very high hill
Grows up the hope
Beyond the despair
And copper and steel
…

Princess on the hill
On very high hill
The victim of the fate
Like flower in desert
The princess can’t hate
Despite all the chains
On her neck and hand
Instead of jewels..
Necklace of the moons
And ….
No thing to say .. just ..
Princess on the hill
In the grip of the devil
In the mines wagon
Heading in hurry
To the source of the light
That comes from the hell
Driven by the devil ..
He howls and screams
And crashes her dreams
Princess in the trouble !
…

Princess on the hill
On very high hill
In sad blue bubble. .
A princess in the jail
In that big castle
From the pink cradle
To despair …
Then, to the grip of the devil…